Lyrics:
making records fye, just a stock sound
I don't even want to rap you just a bunch of clowns
In a night gown sleeping
Me and Z wilding
Three days I ain't
Life is what you make it, you make it, you
Believe you can fly, life is what you make it
Don't let it pass by, every chance yeah you take it
Look up
and frankincense
And there they all sang with one accord
Their glorious praises to out Heavenly Lord
Noël, noël, noël, noël
Born is the King of Israël
And by
With No Faith
In Any Female Thats Askin What I Was Earnin
I Met This Recent Lady
She Knew A Piece Of Sadey By Spinners
I Guess In My Southern Eyes That
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
Gotta refund 'cause you sure can't see me
Who keeps CD's on repeat, stuck in MP3's two, three weeks
At the gates on the day I was released (hey)
But I dont say word, I'll never tell
Until you get a Kanye beat, you'll never sell
[Chorus]
I'm livin a movie, not livin by rules
It's just a movie,
just won't Let [x3]
Hard as mofucker ha-ha-ha-ha-ha hard as a mofucker hard hard
[Verse 2:]
My ora taLk for it say goddam
Give my fresh room to breathe
Might Get Her,
By The End Of The Week I Would Know That Crew
And We'd Assembled A Trio, A Whole New Scene
With Three Ladies In The Shot We Never Broke
the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
Now it's house by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills
something mean for this one boy
[VERSE 1: DRAKE]
Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around
i made money thats why these girls eyeing me down
by
Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Cash Money...(Three)
Dope Supply
[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I
Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore (one, two, three, four)
Kiss me hard
Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up
You would roll three blunts and
Fuck up three blunts
Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg just keep it
that your bitch be mine
She see me by the bar
She watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler, man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore
(One, two, three, four)
Kiss me hard
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
Gotta refund 'cause you sure can't see me
Who keeps CD's on repeat, stuck in MP3's two, three weeks
At the gates on the day I was released (hey)
Prada hoes
College ho, Zone 3, niggas with a lot of gold
Snoop guard the door
I just love being by the stove
Heres some food for thought, a little
guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm
drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I be in
At the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape plan
Three inch blade on point like a Sensei
Consider me a dangerous man but you
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